nearly in a state of mutiny, and it was not
until late in the evening that he showed any signs of exhaustion.

His temper had not improved next day. He looked as if he had a
determination of blood to the head; and every time he came near Salve,
he glared at him as if it was all he could do to control himself from an
outburst of some kind or another. He knew that Salve had made love to
Elizabeth, and had wished to make her presents since she had come into
his house; and that the same girl was now to be his son's wife--the idea
was absolutely intolerable!

At last he could contain himself no longer. Salve had just deposited a
coil of rope aft, and the captain, after watching his movements with
evidently suppressed irritation, broke out suddenly, without preface of
any kind--

"You, I believe, had some acquaintance with that--that Elizabeth Raklev
I took into my house."

Salve felt the blood rush to his heart. He seemed to know what was
coming.

"The post," the captain continued, in a bitterly contemptuous tone, "has
brought me the delightful intelligence that my son has engaged himself
to her."

"Congratulate you, captain," said Salve. His voice almost failed him,
and he was deadly pale, but his eyes flashed with a wild defiance.

He went forward, and the captain growled after him to himself, "He can
have that to fret over now instead of the food;" and as the mate was
coming up the cabin stairs at the moment polishing the sextant, he
turned away with a look of grim satisfaction to take the altitude.

When the Juno last sailed from Arendal she had changed two of her crew.
One of the new hands was a square-built, coarse-featured,
uncouth-looking creature, from the fjord region north of Stavanger, who
called himself Nils Buvaagen, but whose name had been changed by the
others to Uvaagen (not-awake), on account of his evident predisposition
to sleep. He was incredibly _naive_ and communicative, especially on the
subject of his wife and children (of which latter he apparently had his
nest full), and had soon become the butt of the ship. Salve was the only
one who ever took his part, and that only because he saw all the others
against him; and having also been the means of saving his life when he
had been washed overboard one dark night in the English Channel, he had
inspired the simple fellow with a perfectly devoted attachment to him.

They were up on the mainyard together that evening, where they had been
helping